November

The past we seek some certainty

The seasons we remember

The light of May and darkest days

The month we call November

To leave behind the wasted time

And every bad decision

And harder still, what force of will

To feel we are forgiven

But something stays

So who am I to say

There's nothing more between us?

And I don't know the reasons

Nothing's clear

I've come to no conclusions

Said and done

Is it all said and done?

So here we are, not very far

From when we said forever

And all we have, this restless past

The month we call November